TO U MY FRIENDS

(This is to all my friends who made me what I am, molding me as the potter shapes clay into a vessel. You gave whatever I did not have, and all that I have is yours. You are what holds me together, and make me all that I am.)



To the fickle, thought.
To the weak, strength.
To the strong, wisdom.
To the wise, action.
To action, precision.
And to me, you my friend.

To life, breathe.
To fire, heat.
To sun, light.
To wind, strength.
To earth, gravity.
And to me, you my friend.

To ship, anchor.
To tree, root.
To fallen, faith.
To desperate, hope.
To believer, God.
And to me, you my friend.

To rose, fragrance.
To warrior, courage .
To lady, grace.
To moon, beauty.
To sea, depth.
And to me, you my friend.

TRICKY LOVE

Fell in love with an old miss,
All it took was just a kiss.
Lit me with her fire inside,
Gave me a whole new insight.

On my lip she is found always.
Comes to rescue in uncanny ways.
Closest when among my friends.
Supporting me in tragic ends.

Yet I always put her alight.
Rejoice in her embers bright.
Kick her butt in the end.
What message do I send?

Treacherous, cunning, unmanly,
You infer that of me mostly.
Beg, please do not misinterpret.
I was just talking of cigarette.

CLOCKWORK LIFE

I live, live like the clock's persistent tick-tock.
Doing little but representing the inevitable.
Channeled by the constraints and vagaries of life.
Guided by the needs and dreams of others.
Propelled by a gale of responsibilities.
Lighting my life are the thunderstorms that, fall
in my voyage through the ocean, this world.
Knowing little of its ends or purposes, just following
The current where I find millions
Other vessels both great and small, all following,
Seeing and sensing the same world.
But is that all?
Am I just a reflection of all around me?
An inanimate mirror with no ingenuity,
No ownership, no creation
But just a single lingering string of breathes
Held together by the monotonous lub-dubb
Yet when I close in to the great precipice of death
An uncomfortable emotion rises, fear.
Fear that rises from the embers of a dying fire
Fire that led me through this long tedious voyage
And as the last ember dies, I fall off
And pass into the never ending void of death
And all my existence is wiped off by the ocean's wave
I and all that was mine are dead.

Love-Life

Life seems to me a chain,
Am I turning insane?
Find it difficult to breathe,
Love bites my heart with piercing teeth.

Standing on the threshold of heaven,
With love throbbing in my vein.
Running away from life, where I suffocate
Where everything seems inadequate.

Inadequate is the science I know,
'Cause it does not allow emotions' free flow
Inadequate is the language I speak,
'Cause I do not get the words I seek.

Inadequate I am without you,
Living Life, that is not true.
A body that in it, has no heart,
Your beauty has torn it apart.

Eyes that I see, are only brown,
And in those lovely depths I wish to drown.
Want to live my life in a daze,
Lost in your eyes lovely maze.